r a i n


Rain falls outside my window
bringing a cool breeze 
into my dark room.
Like a thousand tears falling
from a thousand sad eyes,
it weeps for all of us
who can cry no more
because there are no tears left.
Our hearts have become stone.
I sit and watch the rain fall,
wondering when and why
I have stopped feeling
anything at all.

project 4 | 10 shots
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